Monday, May 02, 2005
Poodle
Last night was a usual Sunday night and ended with Kevin and I laying in bed reading. All day, my hair had been pulled back into two french braids, one down each side of my head. I took it out right before I got in bed and my hair was big and frizzy and curly.
Kevin: Is the alarm set?
I heard him, but for some reason didn't answer.
Kevin: Hey. Poodle. Is the alarm set?
Me: Who are you calling Poodle, Fuzz-head?
Kevin (red-faced): But, Boo! This is my actual hair!
I felt terrible, but was laughing too hard to apologize. Don't call me names. I'll hit you where it hurts!
Last night was a usual Sunday night and ended with Kevin and I laying in bed reading. All day, my hair had been pulled back into two french braids, one down each side of my head. I took it out right before I got in bed and my hair was big and frizzy and curly.
Kevin: Is the alarm set?
I heard him, but for some reason didn't answer.
Kevin: Hey. Poodle. Is the alarm set?
Me: Who are you calling Poodle, Fuzz-head?
Kevin (red-faced): But, Boo! This is my actual hair!
I felt terrible, but was laughing too hard to apologize. Don't call me names. I'll hit you where it hurts!
